C1586 It Is Hard to Part When Meeting

A lama came from the south.

Slowly, gently and easily, he walked in the crowd, but no matter how he walked, he only had one goal, and that was Zhu Xi on the long street. The Lama was very old, so old that his teeth had fallen off and his eyes were sunken. He looked like a log, and in his hand he held a manila wheel, inlaid with a dazzling gemstone.

The wheel spun, each turn like a reincarnation